I wrote this keeping in mind all of the recent locations and people we have met that are champions and heroes that are leading the battles our communities are facing each and every day.
Does it matter that mothers are afraid to send their children out to play?
Does it matter we treat another shooting as just another day?
Does it matter that we turn our heads away
As someone is being beaten or stolen away?
Does it matter whether we know them or care enough
To draw attention when others are being too rough?
Does it matter that the cold weather will be blowing in soon,
And some people are trying to figure out which underpass to call home?
Does it matter that these people try their best not to steal,
But can’t figure out another way to get their child a meal?
Does it matter that these same children, with parents trying their best,
Are expected to study, stay focused, and especially pass the test?
Does it matter that the guy who sits in the alley
You know the one – he makes weird noises and calls you “Pally”
Tonight starts the weekend and everything’s closed
So he’ll make his way to the emergency room ‘cause it’s all he knows.
His demons chase him all day and all night
He’s lonely, he’s afraid, and by the way, he’s losing his sight.
Does it matter that there are people out there
Who just want to help … they really do care?
Does it matter that money and funding of programs to help
All too often gets shuffled or stuck in “red tape?”
It’s no longer time to sit back and get angry,
Find it in yourself to ask, “Does it matter?”
By Signe Lambertsen